Sum 41
앨범 : Live At The House Of Blues: Cleveland 9.15.07

Ladies and gentlemen of the underclass
The president of the United States of America
Is dead
I don't believe in the politics
Of chosen fools and hypocrites
Who walk a line that's tread so fine
Is it death or glory you have in mind
And here we go, again it's mass delusion
No one knows, who leads this revolution now
As tension grows, the way to a conclusion
It's too late, there's no time
it's too late, there's no time
All for none, none for one, two, three, four
March of the dogs to a beat of disillusion
Sworn under God, breeding panic and confusion
The white flag is down, send in the clowns
The carnival of sins is now about to begin
It may be I'm a pessimist
But I'd say we need an exorcist
The root of all evil's standing tall
Under God and above us all
And here we go, again in desperation
All we know is confusion and frustration now
As tension grows, no vision of salvation
It's too late, there's no time
it's too late, there's no time
All for none, none for one, two, three, four
March of the dogs to a beat of disillusion
Sworn under God, breeding panic and confusion
The white flag is down, send in the clowns
The carnival of sins is now about to begin
Hey Hey Hey Hey
A one, two, three, four
And now the president's dead
Because they blew off his head
No more neck to be red
Guess to heaven he fled
Was it something he said
Or because of who's in his bed
By whom will we be led
From whose hand will we be fed
All the lies by the lying liars who said
We'll be fine
It's OK
Hey look mom no head
Blah Blah Blah Blah
It's the carnival of sins
and a one two three go
it's alright I said go
one two three I say go
It's ok, alright

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